Yeah For those of you who wanna know what we’re all about Its like this y’all
[chorus] this is 10% luck 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to remember the name
[verse1] Mike! He doesn’t need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it’s the beat or the mic He feels so unlike every body else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But Fuck ’em He knows the code: It’s not about the salary, it’s all about reality And making some noise Making the story Making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak’s pickin it up
[verse2] Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status But still leavin’ ’em starstruck Humbled through oppurtunities Givin despite the fact That many misjudge him Because he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself And the picture connects Never askin for someones’ help, or to get some respect His only focus is what he wrote His will is beyond reach And now it all unfolds The skill of an artist
[verse3] This is 20% skill 80% beer Be 100% clear ’cuz Ryu is ill Who woulda thought he’d be the one to set the west in flames I heard him record with the Crystal Method name of the game Came back dropped megadef, took ’em to church I like bleach man Ryu had the stupidest verse This dude is the truth Now everybody’s givin’ him guest spots The stock through the roof I heard he’s fuckin with s-dot!
[chorus] this is 10% luck 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to remember the name
[verse4] They call him Ryu The Sick And he’s spitting fire and mic Got him out the dryer he’s hot got him in fort Minor With Tak He’s a fucking nihilist porcupine He’s a prick hes a cock The type women wanna be with and rappers hope he gets shot 8 years and the makin’ Patiently waitin’ to blow Now the record with Shinoda’s Takin over the globe He’s got a partner in crime His shit is equally dope You won’t believe the kinda shit that comes outa of this kids throat
[verse5] He’s out there every day on the block He knows how to work with what hes got makin his way to the top He often gets a comment on his name People keep askin’ him was it Given at birth Or was it stand for an acronym No He’s livin’ proof, look at him rockin the booth He’ll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they do, and give 100%
[verse6] Forget mike Nobody really knows how or why, he works so hard it seems like he has never got time Becuz he writes every note, and he writes every line And i’ve seen him at work, when that light goes on in his mind It’s like a design is written in his head every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme And those mothafuckas he runs with, the kids that he signed, rediculous Without even tryin’ How do they do it?
[chorus] this is 10% luck 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to remember the name
this is 10% luck 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to remember the name
Fort Minor M Shinoda Styles of Beyond Ryu, Takbir, Cheapshot!